The world in the life of a grey husky. Chptr. 11
The husky sat in the centre of the back rows of the funeral home. There he stayed for what seemed like an eternity. The furs who walked infront of him just seemed like a blur. He didn't look at any of them individually, just as a line of furs walking infront of a cascet.
As the service began, Mark just sit and stared. He didn't pay any attention to th speakers, preachers, or singers. His gaze, like that of an unfaltering statue, was fixed on that ominus wooden box. Surrounded by flowers and ribbons, it looked like a beautiful sight despite the body it housed.
As the pastor prayed over the deceased fur, the husky let a solitary tear fall down his cheek. He knew that this was it, he had no more chances to make that evil man proud. The entire group of furs, all dressed in black suites and dresses stood up in unison, leaving the husky the only one seated.
The mourning furs made a procession to the cascet to pay their respects. Many of the females gave the middle aged fur a kiss on his forehead, and moved on with their husband or alone. Mark just sat in quite as one of the passing furs recognized him and patted him on the shoulder out of respect for the father and just moved on. Mark didn't falter his gaze from the wooden box.
When the room was cleared of all other furs, he slowly stood up and made his way to the cascet sitting on its stand. As he inched up to the box, the husky looked down at the man who had made his life a living hell.
"He looks good" Mark thought, "well as good as a dead man can look." Placing a paw on his fathers folded paws, the husky drew back slowly in meditation.
Looking down at the suit that his father wore, he noticed a small slip of paper sticking out of it's pocket. Slowly moving his paw he gently slid out the peice of paper and unfolded it. Reading it to himself he sat in a chair as tears began to run down his face.
Dear Son,
I know I am was never the best parent to you. But even though I wasn't perfect I always love you. Even though I yelled and screamed, even though I beat you I always loved you. I know that no words I can say will give you happiness but...I just wanted to tell you I
am proud and am sorry I couldn't do this in person.
Folding up the small peice of paper, the husky walked to the back of the room. Looking back at the room completely empty except for the cascet.
"I love you to." He said quietly as he pushed the door to the funeral home open and stepped outside.
Stepping out onto the road, the sky let out a slow cold drizzle. Looking up at the darkening sky he knew that his parents were finally in harmony and looking down on him. He slowly walked off of the curb and onto the wet blacktop. He looked across the open grass area infront of the funeral home and sighed.
He finally got to read the words he had wanted to hear for so long. He could let all his emotions and anger bent to his father. He had always known in his heart that he forgave his father, but never truly felt it.
As he was heading to his truck, a large male dressed in a black tuxedo stopped the husky. Turning around slowly, Mark saw a large rhino standing with two objects. The first seemed to be a worn and tattered peice of paper, and the second was a medium sized black box.
"Mark, your father wanted you to have this." The rhino held out the two objects towards him.
Reaching out he took them in his paws and pulled them to his chest to keep them out of the rain. "Thank you sir." The rhino just nodded and started off to his vehicle.
He walked over to the truck and climbed in. The wolf had woken up and was sitting in the truck, listening to the radio. As the husky climbed into the cab, he noticed the items in his friends hands.
"What ya got there?" Legend asked with a sleeply growl.
"I..I dont know." The husky slowly unfolded the old brown peice of paper. Looking over it carefully, he began to read it to the wolf slowly.
To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this than you are my kin. I feel that you should learn about my past. As I write this I am in the midst of a war. I am in a foxhole far away from home and covered in the blood of my fallen commrades. This experience has hardened my heart and soul to the point of where I have no care for anyone but myself and your mother. I want you to have this metal in memory of me, and be proud of your choices in life.
The rest of the tattered paper was blood red and torn off. The husky folded the paper up and placed it under the box. Lightly taking the black box in his paw, his ran it down the velvet top. Lifting on the top, a click was heard as it unclasped and slightly opened.
Slowly lifting the top, the husky and the wolf stared at the object inside the black box. Inside was a star made of bronze, the red velvet lining of the case glowed off the reflection of the medal. Lifting the medal by the red ribbon pin, the husky stared at it.
"Wow Mark" the wolf said through an open maw, "that's beautiful."
"Yes..Yes it is. And it is my father's.." Mark said with a smile to the wolf. Putting the medal in its case, he wouldn't let his smile leave his face.
The wolf noticed the husky's smile as he said those words. His friend had made his peace with his father. He could tell by what seemed to be a glow surrounding the husky. He patted his friend on the shoulder and smiled.
"Mark."
"Yes Legend?"
"Lets go home."
With that they pulled out of the parking lot and drove home through the rain.